The Empty Days

These days are empty. Without any purpose or life.

Much like a pebble on a lake side, waiting for someone to pick it up and throw it far away.

Or someone might pick it up and wonder how beautiful this little pebble is.

Wonder how many such days are ahead of me!!

But more importantly, will I be thrown away or studied?

pebbles

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